Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2016 1:48:22 GMT
Drake sat alone in the back of the coffee shop. He had chosen this location for the strategic value, the seven most likely places Otto would come from were in the front and were manageable. Drake pulled up his hood, his shaggy short blonde hair being hidden from view. It was time. He had been hearing rumors, knowing for some reason he had a bounty on him. Someone wanted him dead. And he was supposed to be killed while still in a coma. Yet here he was. His scouter was at the ready, being able to see Otto coming so he wouldn’t be killed. They thought he was easy to kill. But he was not! He desperately wanted to smash his face on the table. He, was an assassin. He was Drake Heln, killer of all. If someone made himself an enemy of a person who had plenty of zeni, they would find Drake Heln killing them. At day, at night. He didn’t have to kill those in comas. He could kill them half awake, them never realizing they shouldn;t of almost dozed off. He could straight out duel someone, and the target would still die. HE was the blade of death, the cutter of life, the keeper of fate. He would decide if someone found their full potential, or died blood falling from their throat. NOT SOMEONE TRYING TO KILL HIM! He started breathing heavily, confused at the anger. Why was he losing control. He wouldn’t die. He was going to live. What was wrong with him.
Suddenly he looked up, anger blazing in his eyes. This was his fort now, not some stupid coffee shop. “Get, OUT!” he screamed as five knives swirled out of his many pockets containing blades. They slashed through the air, people screaming trying to escape their anger. Their was a stampede of people bursting through the door, and the noise of a loud slice as someone didn't get out fast enough. He already knew the locations of everyone in the building, and could confirm everyone was out. He was up, sliding tables chairs and smashed through the bar, putting parts of it in more strategic positions. A storm was coming. And if he went down, a hell lot else would go down with him. He began pacing back and forth, emotions overwhelming. Why was emotion overwhelming him. He was better than this. He was trained, to do this. Trained from birth! Someone that wasn’t a true killer, like this bounty hunter, could never be as good!
“I AM THE KILLER!” he screamed, being overwhelmed. “I WILL KILL HIM! I’LL KILL YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME YET! ARE YOU CLOSE ENOUGH TO HEAR ME, CLOSER TO FAILING YOUR STUPID GOAL OF KILLING ME! WHO ARE YOU TO CHALLENGE A GOD! I AM DEATH!”
He began kicking chairs, smashing tables in his rage. “Calm..” he whispered. “Emotion leads to weakness, weakness leads to… what weakness? WHAT WEAKNESS! I HAVE NO WEAKNESS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!” He desperately began smashing the ground, destroying everything he could in the coffee shop. He imagined the last fight, remembering the pain because of this so called Otto. He remembered the veins of power travelling in his power, his true power being brought forward. He suddenly became enraged, finding himself screaming for no apparent reason. In his mind he travelled through his body, tearing veins apart. He reassemble them, putting together hidden travelways for Ki to burn brighter. He began screaming, his muscles bulging.
Power Level- 75,306 Trained Intense Struggle
“BALLISTIC!” he screamed, energy shooting between his hands. “BEAM!” he now shouted, Ki spinning out of control in his hands. “BLADE!” he screamed, the intensity multiplying. “BLAST!” he now ended, with, a blade of amazing power forming.
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Suddenly he looked up, anger blazing in his eyes. This was his fort now, not some stupid coffee shop. “Get, OUT!” he screamed as five knives swirled out of his many pockets containing blades. They slashed through the air, people screaming trying to escape their anger. Their was a stampede of people bursting through the door, and the noise of a loud slice as someone didn't get out fast enough. He already knew the locations of everyone in the building, and could confirm everyone was out. He was up, sliding tables chairs and smashed through the bar, putting parts of it in more strategic positions. A storm was coming. And if he went down, a hell lot else would go down with him. He began pacing back and forth, emotions overwhelming. Why was emotion overwhelming him. He was better than this. He was trained, to do this. Trained from birth! Someone that wasn’t a true killer, like this bounty hunter, could never be as good!
“I AM THE KILLER!” he screamed, being overwhelmed. “I WILL KILL HIM! I’LL KILL YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME YET! ARE YOU CLOSE ENOUGH TO HEAR ME, CLOSER TO FAILING YOUR STUPID GOAL OF KILLING ME! WHO ARE YOU TO CHALLENGE A GOD! I AM DEATH!”
He began kicking chairs, smashing tables in his rage. “Calm..” he whispered. “Emotion leads to weakness, weakness leads to… what weakness? WHAT WEAKNESS! I HAVE NO WEAKNESS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!” He desperately began smashing the ground, destroying everything he could in the coffee shop. He imagined the last fight, remembering the pain because of this so called Otto. He remembered the veins of power travelling in his power, his true power being brought forward. He suddenly became enraged, finding himself screaming for no apparent reason. In his mind he travelled through his body, tearing veins apart. He reassemble them, putting together hidden travelways for Ki to burn brighter. He began screaming, his muscles bulging.
Power Level- 75,306 Trained Intense Struggle
“BALLISTIC!” he screamed, energy shooting between his hands. “BEAM!” he now shouted, Ki spinning out of control in his hands. “BLADE!” he screamed, the intensity multiplying. “BLAST!” he now ended, with, a blade of amazing power forming.
[MP3]Ballistic Beam Blade Blast charging- 100% of pl so far
